November Bombs Letra

The moon was guilty And the sun melted in my ashtray I went door knock to my friends house No one's answering I made myself a cup of tea And fell asleep on my couch The floor was crooked and creaky I don't love this place anymore And I called my mother from the phone booth And the operator said to me Collect your thoughts go wondering Sometimes I get to dreaming But the nightmares seem so real NOVEMBER BOMBS Street walker Shut talk Your passport And your prevention You take the railroad The same load That you sold and bought Your invention You say goodbye To suit tie Can't fly Decide You're Trans-Atlantic So don't stall in the fall And above all You're landing And I called my mother from the phone booth And the operator said to me Collect your thoughts go wondering Sometimes I get to dreaming But the nightmares seem so real